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Pain and Pain
02:12
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Look to all those things you treasure
You think that your life is pain and pleasure
Well, it’s not.
Face it, it’s not.
Working with your goals in sight
I’ll bet you think that things will turn out alright
Well, they’re not.
Face it, they’re not.
You think what goes around comes around
And no one will kick you when you’re down
Well open your eyes and become aware
What ever made you think that life was fair
Look at those who backstab their friends
Do you think they’ll get it in the end?
Well, they might.
But, they probably won’t.
The rich take everything and you’re not sore,
Do you think you’re special because you’re poor?
Well, you’re not.
Face it, You’re not.
You think what goes around comes around
And no one will kick you when you’re down
Well open your eyes and become aware
What ever made you think that life was fair
Keep the things you slaved to make
And Life is a game of give and take
Well, it’s not
Face it it’s note
You think there’s time for work and leisure,
You think that your life is pain and pleasure
Well, it’s pain.
Pain and more pain.
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Eyes
02:24
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Looking through a jar on my shelf’s the only world you’ll see
With no brain no legs no arms your eyes belong to me
I’ll keep you fresh and locked away in a jar of formaldehyde
Every night I’ll take you out and mock you with outside
Don’t you wish that you were missed keep crying in your jar
This doesn’t change your life too much you’ve never gone too far
Don’t you miss your family, I’m sure that they miss you
But since you’re locked away so tight there’s nothing, they can do
Remembering your lifeless flesh, I had to keep your eyes
I kept a gift for myself I ignored your pleading cries
Take away your sight with me, your body cast aside
A circle on my calendar, etches the night you died
Remembering your lifeless flesh, I had to keep your eyes
I kept a gift for myself I ignored your pleading cries
Take away your sight with me, your body cast aside
A circle on my calendar, etches the night you died
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Fuck up the scene for everybody else
All you care is about yourself
Racist, bigot, you have no joy
That’s why you live like life like an InCel boy
US Nazi’s Fuck Off and Die
US Nazi’s Fuck Off and Die
Always the victim, whining at length
Follow anybody with strength
All cowards suddenly tough with a mob
fascists following his tiny knob
US Nazi’s Fuck Off and Die
US Nazi’s Fuck Off and Die
Lacking coherency
Fascists Conspiracies
Everything’s a Tyranny
Go Fuck Off and Die
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Agent Orange
01:46
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How much is it really worth, Slowly dying and a scorched Earth
Carcinogenic military toys, it’s not just the flora it destroys
When the last man is dead and gone
We’ll just say that life goes on
Orange Agent, Agent Orange
Destroys
Marching through the salted fields, not knowing that our fates are sealed
Operation Ranch Hand done, dying off one by one
The effects of which seals our fate
We’ll just say that it’s too late
Orange Agent, Agent Orange
Destroys
hourglass pours toward the end, dichlo - trichlo toxic blend
Five million acres gone, a cancerous phenomenon
And when the last man is dead and gone
We’ll just say that life goes on
Orange Agent, Agent Orange
Destroys
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Trioxin
01:52
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The military was in a jam
The U.S. Army had a plan
Defense Department said they can
Use Chemical Warfare in the ‘Nam
The Napalm was doing so well
Turning the landscapes into hell
They added more Oxins to the spell
What consequences time will tell.
Trioxin
The first test they did, did astound
There came a swelling from the ground
The dead began to run around
The test became a battleground
The testing just had gone awry
The bodies just refused to die
The numbers seemed to amplify
The dead just seemed to multiply
Trioxin
How do you kill what already dead?
How do you stop this deadly spread?
Must capture everyone instead.
Before this becomes more widespread.
The soldiers nearly all were slayed
But in the end, they won the day
Sealed canisters were the only way
The bodies would be stored away.
Trioxin
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6. |
Knocked Down With A 40
01:26
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Was at the club, was at the bar,
Can’t remember what was said.
Just hanging round, having a drink,
I feel a crack against my head.
A crack a crack my head.
Hit from behind, a hit and run
The bastard gone and fled.
The broken glass, the beer, the blood,
A puddle of black and red.
A puddle of black and red.
Knocked down with a 40
I can hear them running away
Knocked down with a 40
A hell of a game to play
Knocked down with a 40
I can hear them running away
Knocked down with a 40
A hell of a game to play
Knocked down with a 40
The Bastard ran away
Knocked down with a 40
Another Saturday
Another Saturday
Another Saturday
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Nomad
02:08
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Back slap, Boot strap, Untap, Mishap
Backtrack, Come Back, Unpack, Then Pack,
Old Cat, Combat, Old Strat, Do that
Door mat, Dead rat, Club brat, Aristocrat
I Can’t stay long, I’m on the move
I Can’t play right, out of the groove
I Don’t even care, nothing to lose
Cause I’m A Nomad
Full Head, Drunk bed, More dread, ‘Nuff said
Hotbed, Torn thread, Mislead, Misread
Kickback, Fare jack, Old hack, Slide back
Instead, Embed, Drop dead, Unfed,
I Can’t stay long, I’m on the move
I Can’t play right, out of the groove
I Don’t even care, nothing to lose
Cause I’m A Nomad
Nomad, No pad, Gone Mad, Too Bad
No Cost, All lost, Got tossed, Exhaust
No bro, No show, No dough, No go
Nomad, No pad, Gone Mad, Too Bad
I Can’t stay long, I’m on the move
I Can’t play right, out of the groove
I Don’t even care, nothing to lose
Cause I’m A Nomad
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Staring at me, but do you see
The secret that I hide
Twelve years gone by and still your eyes
Torment me inside
Your Vacant stare, the cross I bear
And yet you’re going to stay
Eyes so cold, within my hold
Never to get away
I’m the one who’s in control
Over they years, I hear your tears
Tormenting in my sleep
The rest all flew, there’s only you
The only one I keep
Years underground and never found
Your pleading goes unheard
The pain you feel is all too real
But how can you still hurt?
I’m the one who’s in control
I still can hear, all the years
Are echoing your cries
Twelve years your dead, now in my head
I cannot escape your eyes
In my dreams, I hear your screams
It used to bring me pride
Lying in my bed, you’re in my head
Tormenting me inside
I still can hear, all the years
Are echoing your cries
Twelve years your dead, now in my head
I cannot escape your eyes
In my dreams, I hear your screams
It used to bring me pride
Lying in my bed, you’re in my head
Tormenting me inside
I’m the one who’s in control
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9. |
Outside the Club
01:29
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It’s so cold, my jacket’s inside
Can’t get back in although I tried.
Was it the fight or the stage dive?
I’ve been banned for the night.
It’s fucking cold outside this club
Fucking cold outside this club
Should have thought better this night
Should have had a little foresight
Waiting for my mates outside
Middle of winter it sure does bite
It’s fucking cold outside this club
Fucking cold outside this club
Stuck here standing outside this gate
Can’t get in touch with any my mates
Nothing to do but stand and wait
Man, I’m in some dire straits
It’s fucking cold outside this club
Fucking cold outside this club
Maybe I’ll catch a break
Maybe it’s not too late
It’s fucking cold outside this club
Fucking cold outside this club
Maybe I’ll catch a break
Maybe it’s not too late
It’s fucking… Cold
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Skism New York, New York
Skism is an anti-social, angst ridden, hyperactive punks who pound out driving music with screaming vocals, fast guitars and pounding drums, with old school punk, hardcore and oi influences, featuring players who played in The Krays, American Eagle, WRENCH and Mad Mulligans. ... more
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